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Scarecrow
Magpies come to this place almost daily,
but it is not enough and I get bored watching them
alone, always alone.
My friend was the moon but the sun outshone her.
In the evenings we spoke of things related to us two.
Later I witnessed how lonely the wheat field was (without her).
What sad fate!
I could not move even a little south
to the moon, which fell asleep
and rain tumbled on the roof
and with nothing to do, that is what happens to me for being
a scarecrow.
Always alone.
Made of English cashmere with a backwards tie
cashmere that a century ago I inherited from a deceased judge
and my tie is banquet for rats.
My hat is brown and my head is a ball
and 32 years ago a girl who passed by
made, with just a look,
a heart beat in my chest.